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Apr 19Liked by Justin Deming

The wise maiden- ( Fiction )

The party was boisterous.

He decided to check on his wife on the way for a refill. She smiled and said "hello Mr Pavarotti". The last time this had happened he had been singing an opera all the way home. This was her cue that he had had enough booze.

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The subtle hint is perfect. She is very wise indeed! This is such a fun story, Sunil. Thanks for sharing!

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Apr 19Liked by Justin Deming

Priceless. 50 words is just enough!

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Apr 19Liked by Justin Deming

MOMSCHOOL - prose poem

My mother said, “Don’t correct people, even when they’re absolutely wrong. It’s not your job to fix everyone,” she said, “or make everything perfect.”

“Mind your own damn business, sweetheart.  I know it’s tough to keep our mouths shut sometimes, but peace is almost always more important than being right.”

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I wish more people had the chance to learn this lesson or hear it from your mother. Couldn’t agree more with her!

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Apr 19·edited Apr 19Liked by Justin Deming

"Roads"--Fiction

“Two roads diverged in a wood,

and I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.”

To take the travelled road is to let others choose your path. There is comfort and security in that, but not much else. That’s a lot, but not enough.

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Wonderful piece, RI!

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Apr 19Liked by Justin Deming

My goodness! What a gorgeous photo, John Lightle! Red, ochre, blue, and black. It could not have been more perfect if you'd designed it!

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BLINDNESS CNF, Poem

you offered so much

but such a bad fit

you never looked

to see what I loved

too busy with the practical

and what others thought

would be best

to build a life

you could have been

my very best friend

you proved 2+2=4

and kept me from the cosmos

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"you proved 2+2=4

and kept me from the cosmos"

There's so much that can be derived from that!

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Twist (fiction)

“Here’s the deal”, he rasped, nicotine-stained fingers tapping his cards. “Take back your stake, walk away, no harm done, young fella”.

“Yeah right, old man”, the hustler snarled, splaying his hand. Three Kings.

Silence.

His arthritic fingers ached but he started turning over Aces. “I tried to warn you, kid”.

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